A woman, so lost in the rules of my being…
Lately, I don’t think anyone have a choice really. Especially us women, cause the moment we blink is the moment everyone else decides to take a bite of our rights and if its taste doesn’t satisfy them…
Well, that’s when they decide we don’t get any…
For so long I felt welcomed, because i was stripped of knowledge.
Basics were privilege, ignorance was a bless.
I used to dream about being a mother, i still do… And I don’t know, if this dream belongs to me
Or all the women, that life buried in me.
I dream about versions of myself that i exiled long ago. I dream of the reincarnation of my madness.
About purifying my soul, by sacrificing rage.
Maybe my temporal lobe too ?
A REM phase dream with no way back to.
Emotional attachment, a phone call Two kids, friends and love.
Nothing could be further from the truth…
Quotes: Clarice Lispector/Fyodor dostoevsky/ albert camus/Adrienne Rich/ Meggie Royer/ Shakespeare/ Franz Kafka
Original context: Sinligh
1. Art by Welder Wings 2. Art by Gail Potocki. 3. Art by Henrik Uldalen. 4. Art by Henrik Uldalen 5. The Martyr of Solway (detail) by John Everett Millais. 6. The Death of Albine by John Collier.